I must be in Kensington at eight.' He threw himself into Kendal's deep reading-chair, and looked up at his friend standing silent and expectant on the hearth-rug.

'Do you remember that play of mine I showed you in the spring ?' Kendal took time to think.
'Perfectly; you mean that play by that young Italian fellow which you altered and translated?
I remember it quite well.

I have meant to ask you about it once or twice lately.' 'You thought well of it, I know.

Well, my sister has got me into the most uncomfortable hobble about it.

You know I hadn't taken it to any manager.
I've been keeping it by me, working it up here and there.